Bound

i am so sorry
that turned out that way
when to fall
choices that we made

Oral History

darkness in the yard
back door left ajar
for all history

peeled back window shade
a scenic passageway
through our whole history

[can’t shut it out
right through the port
out to the sea now
horizon swollen and meek]

broke out window screen
night time blue it seems
it pauses history

when the day is through
she’ll know what to do
oral history

[can’t shut it out
right through the port
out to the sea now
her eyes are swollen and meek]

Snow Angel

bright and white was the snow
on opening night
angel sprites took flight
with their own might
more or less with fright
or not by a long bite
always polite at first blight
by the burial site

paring away all the nightmares
of a new day
you can have something to say
you can breathe it out your own way
i’ll meet you at the bay
it’s a little less than half way
i always have to pray
that your trip will be a long stay